theashcroftmoon:

Nothing before was real.

casthebadass:

Just stop it, stop this.

Nobody reads your website.

(Source: blanketforyourshock)

psych-0saltgunner:

trulybliss:

nocturnalaya:

whispering-willow:

ajunkiesloins:

whispering-willow:

lucindasaxon:

blanketforyourshock:

doctorwhom:

What do you think the United States Postal Service ships, though?

• Thanksgiving/Veteran’s Day?
• Valentine’s Day/Halloween? (super kinky!)
• Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa? (OT3?)
• Father’s Day/Mother’s Day? (the boringest of the holiday ships)
• Stopping because it’s scarily obvious that Tumblr has corrupted my mind.

What are you talking about

Father’s Day/Mother’s Day is canon.

Valentine’s Day/Halloween is canon, come on, just think about it

I bet it’s the only ship in which role playing is mandatory

Is it sad that I actually thought some of these things when I saw this sticker while standing in line to mail a package?

Thanksgiving/Christmas but it’s actually a love triangle because Christmas and New Years have this sexual tension going on, but it’s really just physical and everyone knows in the end Thankmas will be ultimately canon. (Spoiler alert: New Years and St. Patrick’s Day end up adopting a baby in season 4 and become the cutest gay couple ever!)

Reblogging again because ^THAT made my evening. XD

Oh the Holidays will never be the same…

Hanukkah and Easter’s relationship must be kept a secret because their families would never approve.

I’m more of a Valentine’s Day/Thanksgiving shipper. Hits my food kinks SO. HARD.

#i don’t understand the question and i won’t respond to it

CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

Jonathan Ross with Mr Cumberbatch

secretagentbethbo:

So WOW.

Just got back from Jonathan Ross filming with Benedict on.

He mentions the Cumberbitches (obviously), TUMBLR and the fanfic / fanart. It was very funny and cute.

Apparently Martin took his macbook pro to filming on Sherlock and introduced them all to it. AMAZING.

So yes, Benedict,…

I hope they don’t cut the tumblr bit - I want to see him talk about how scary we all are. 

TO WRITE IS TO WRITE, RIGHT?

In the wider scheme of the earth, the universe, and all things I am a creature of relatively few passions:

• Serial storytelling 
• Anthropology 
• Editing 
• Theatre

These cast a wide net and caught up with them are bits and pieces of related interests, but those four are “the big fish”. I tend to rotate intensified, renewed, interest in these listed areas yearly; I’ll start off the new year big into TV and/or comics and I’ll obsess over focus on them until suddenly my attention is turned by an interesting article on Vanuatu and then for the next few weeks to a month or more I’m digging around in my old school books making notes for essays I probably won’t write and actively try to direct conversations into being about Rai, the large round stone money of Yap. You could be talking about how your baja blast mountain dew tastes funny - somehow I’d make it work. A week after that you might go “What was that about that stone money again?” and I’d tell you it is not exactly like how we think of money but to forget about that for now and look at this cool video I found online, how’d they get that split screen line to shake like that?! - I really need to teach myself how to use After Effects. Weeks later I’m spending my pay check on PBS’ Great Performances. Repeat and rotate for infinity.

The one thing that consistently ties my interests and bounds my direction; the one thing that gives me an outlet and saves those close to me from my repedative drivel is writing. But I have in no way ever thought of myself as a writer. Especially in the realm of “creative writing” (which is a term I really wish we could all stop using as all writing is creative, come on now); I don’t write stories. I’ve never really had something in my head that I’ve got to get out and down on paper and share or I will die. So basically I’ve never had a problem with or really experienced anything you could find here if you’re still a bit unsure what I mean.

What is interesting is that because I do not consider or see myself as a writer I have no problems with writing. I do not get writers block, I hardly ever lack knowing where I am going with what I am saying and how I want to go about saying it. Sure, sometimes I’ll start writing something and “the point” slips away from me a bit - but I have no problem hitting create post and putting it out there anyway.

I try to spell things correctly and I try to keep good grammar but I’ve never been overly concerned with those two things. I’ve always preferred spoken language over written language - which now that I’ve typed that out seems a very odd thing to say and to have a preference for. What I mean is that I write like how I talk. I’ve had many literature and “creative writing” (sigh) classes in my life and the rule on if you should or should not write how you talk has always fluctuated based on the teacher and professor - and I have taken it upon myself to decide that it is a perfectly fine means of writing. When you’re talking language is more playful, more bendy. People are more willing to take great leaps with you in topic and vast twists and turns in the meanings of words when you are speaking them together rather then reading them alone. 

This is why for a majority of my life I’ve been attracted to message boards; a place were you converse with others but retains that space reserved for the writer in all of us, that little pause that lets you tidy up your thoughts and wording. Message boards are essentially the text messaging of letter writing, which is utterly fantastic. If you have ever been invested in a message board you know what I mean. 

So what am I doing on tumblr? This is a question I come to every now and again. I like tumblr, but it is still a strangely fractured place - conversation is not widely promoted within its design. At its heart tumblr is a blog (a wall-o-text you send out into the world and desperately want someone to read but does not promote acknowledgement of having been read even when it is read because it is a finished wall-o-text and not a open half of two parts needing another person to answer); yet something every interesting is going on. 

Tumblr is a blog site that uses “likes” instead of “comments”. It is easier to click a little heart and like a wall-o-text post here then say on blogger where if you want someone to know you have read their post you have to comment on it. It sounds stupid but for a lot of us simple acknowledgement of what we write is good enough (even simple acknowledgement such as a “like” which does not prove that the person has actually read what you wrote while a “comment” system does). “Likes” works very well for a blogging format because blog posts are not typically conversation starters in the place they originate from. A blog can spark discussion but typically it will be linked to and discussed in a message board. Livejournal merges the message board and the blog very well, but it is still the premiere site for writers. Tumblr has a high number of artists - and yes that is because it is easy to upload and share a picture on tumblr but that doesn’t mean people are not discussing or writing anything. There is something very fun and whimsical going on in the little box to the right.

On tumblr the tag box is a organization tool, a running social commentary, and a confessional all in one. Often times that tiny box carries all the cards, the entire point of a post (text, photo, quote, link, chat, audio, or video) explained; refuted; turned ironic; turned sour; turned humorous; turned on its self. Tags do not create the same atmosphere as a message board, but they create the atmosphere of tumblr; uniquely individualistic yet categorized within a community. Your tags let other people of the same interests find you just as theirs help you find them, similar to how you seek a specific topic in a message board, but; those same tags work to define your personal narrative space as opposed to the public owned shared narrative of a message board. It is a tight rope, a strange balance not of images and words (like tumblr likes to sell ifs self as) but tags and readers - and thus writers.

Seriously interesting stuff I think, and it is oddly enjoyable to know that if you didn’t read this it is very probable that you at least read the tags.

UNPOPULAR OPINION CHALLENGE:

17. The household chore that makes you want to shoot your own face off. 

The laundry. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t stand doing it. Mostly the folding. I am shit at folding. OR SO EVERYONE TELLS ME. D<

I like the days when I notice a old post is getting reblogged a lot and I go to check it out and it has broke 1,000 notes overnight.

I hate and love you Always Sunny fandom. Hate and love. You constantly steal my screen caps and repost them but you’re also funny as shit and I can’t tear myself away. So. Well played. 

UNPOPULAR OPINION CHALLENGE:

16. Something in school you hated doing and it felt like everyone else loved.

School dances and various other school events. “Are you gonna go?!”

Fuck no.

UNPOPULAR OPINION CHALLENGE:

15. A habit you have that other people bug you over.

I peel the skin off my hands and feet. As in long, thick, strips of my own flesh. I am the one doing it and I no longer have delusions; it is disgusting. I’ve been doing it since I was 9. 

I have been, now, diagnosed with a form of Psychodermotosis which is a faucet of Dermatillomanic behavior (or put simply “skin picking impulse control disorder due to psychological reasons”). My case has put me in a number of therapy sessions as a kid, among other reasons, and in and out of doctors and dermatologist’s offices growing up. In around 1998 one doctor told me my hands might be allergic to water - which is fun to repeat and a easy answer to tell people when I don’t feel like explaining/talking about it/giving a shit, but that was the stupidest diagnosis for sure. The study of Dermatillomania hasn’t honestly come far from when I was 11, but it is better.

And my “habit” has gotten better too. Between the ages of 12-15 I was picking almost the entirety of both my hands and my feet to the point were sometimes just holding a pen or putting on shoes could be extremely painful. The nerves in my hands in particular are rightly damaged and I have the weakest grip on the face of the planet.

I am, honestly, working on focusing and coming to terms with what I do to myself and I have come a long way - but I still find people telling me to stop biting/picking/scratching when I wasn’t even aware I was doing it. What sometimes enrages me is that people don’t realize that picking is basically my default mode of existence - I don’t honestly know if I’ll ever get to a point were I will stop doing it entirely. Sometimes I get scared for when I get old; my body will stop healing itself and my skin will get thinner and even more frail - will I have open wounds on my hands at 70?   

So yeah. Picking is my biggest “habit” - but I also kind of swear a lot. I’m working on that too. XP